Lyrics

a fist through the wall never solved anythingit just worried momjust like the bullets down the barrel of growing up

this must be home where mothers abandon their youngand fathers are further than the faintest starwe are family

we'd return to dust if it meant saving youif it's of any use, lay me beneath your feetand breathe deep these fumesfrom this machine of healing heartswe built it through the nightwe built it through the night

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